บททั้งหมดของ Hellblades: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 93

Manolya’s POV They took me to another room. The corridor felt so long and bright. The fluorescent lights hummed above my head, turning everything into a harsh white blur. My wrists already hurt from the cuffs, the metal biting into my skin every time the officer tugged me forward. When the heavy door finally opened, a wave of colder air hit me. The interrogation room was smaller than I imagined. Four walls, all the same dull grey, a table in the middle bolted to the floor, three chairs, a camera in the corner with a red light glowing. The kind of room you only see in crime shows, except this time I was not watching from a sofa at home. I was the one chained to the table. They sat me down without a word. The metal chair scraped loudly against the tiles. Then came the sound I was starting to hate more than anything. The rattle of chains. They attached the cuffs to the ring on the table and shackled my ankles to something at the base of the chair. I tested it instincti

Mr Mehmet’s POV The chief’s office was dim, the blinds half-closed and cutting the late afternoon light into thin grey stripes across the floor. Dust floated lazily through the air each time the radiator clicked on. The whole room smelled faintly of old coffee, paper, and the weight of unsolved cases. Chief Serdar Kılıç sat behind his massive oak desk, shoulders rigid, eyes sharpened by exhaustion and something much older. I closed the door behind me and stepped inside. Chief Serdar did not bother with pleasantries. “What happened, Mr. Mehmet?” Serdar said as he looked up from the stack of papers in front of him. His voice was clipped, but there was a tremor under it, the kind that comes from too much stress and too little sleep. I walked toward the desk, keeping my voice low. “I just came from speaking with Emre,” I said. “And things are escalating faster than expected.” Serdar’s brows drew together. “Escalating how?” “Manolya confessed,” I said. I watched his reaction, th